A Surprise Invitation

It all started a couple of weeks ago with an innocent little envelope, dropped through the letter box. Addressed to me and my father-in-law - although apparently it was intended for my husband and I. My friend (who sent it) was being assisted by her sister, who confused us with another couple. The wife has the same first name as me, and the husband - the same first name as my father-in-law! However, she did manage to get the surname right...

Anyway, I digress. I opened the envelope and found a small card inside - an invitation. Nothing unusual about that - we're always getting invited to little Johnny's Birthday or wee Sarah's Halloween party. But this was no children's party invitation. Oh no, this is an invite to a proper "do". A "Dinner Dance". A Ball.

Of course, I have not been to a ball, in ah, let's see now number of years. Well before I became pregnant with my eldest son (now almost four). The last dress I wore was as my sister's bridesmaid - in 2002! An that was given away a while ago (now several sizes too large). So the only things I have in my wardrobe are jeans, t-shirts, one white shirt, and one smart trousers / jacket outfit. That's about it.

Time for some serious shopping!

I had no Idea where to start, so I booked an appointment with the Debenhams Personal Shoppers, on a morning when my children were at the childminder's. Those ladies are fantastic! They made me a cuppa, sat me down, asked what I wanted and what my preferences were for length / colour cut (not a clue!) what size I wear (and I'm not telling!) and any accessories I might need (magic undies, shoes, jewellery, clutch bag, shrug...)

Then I sat and drank my Earl Grey while they shopped for me! All I had to do was try on dresses and choose what I liked best. Then they brought shoes, bags, undies, a shrug, even jewellery to match. It was the best shopping trip ever. Normally I hate shopping but having someone choose things that a. fit b. suit me and c. are fashionable was brilliant! I spent more than I had hoped (mainly on the shoes) but I am now the proud owner of a beautiful deep red taffeta dress.

I shall go to the ball!